i do crave the feeling of your soft lips against my chapped ones, because everything and everyone i come into contact with is cold, with the exception of you of course, i think i may be thawing.
i crave the feeling of your hand and my hand being interlocked because if i wasn't sure i was okay, you could squeeze it tightly and make feel like maybe everything isn't as bad as i think it is.
i crave you.
i know i crave your touch and your stare,
but could this really go anywhere?

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